Pairing: Maou!Yuuri/Wolfram

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi, graphic lemon (bondage), minor angst and a smattering of sap

Notes: This was written in response to the lovely and delicious picture posted up by Red_Rahl on the Kyou Kara Maou community. I hope this does justice to it.

Archives: Yes! But let me know first if you want it, please.

Notes (2): I took a few liberties on the history between the Original King and Maou!Yuuri. I am still slightly confused about that whole segment to be honest, so please pardon any inconsistencies you might see in regards to that.

Enjoy and know that feedback is always appreciated! ^_^

A Maou’s Right

He resented it – this darkness he had been forced into. To think that his very soul would be trapped within the body of this boy was something he had definitely not foreseen. What made the situation even worse was the fact that he had to deal with the gentle and soothing energy that manifested from this one called ‘Julia’. She was the one that kept his turbulent emotions in check – at least most of the time. It was this Julia’s soul that had controlled the young man’s thoughts and reasoning forcing his presence to remain even deeply buried and away from the spotlight.

But of course there had been times when he had managed to break free from Julia’s stronghold - the times when the boy’s rage at a grave injustice had broken through the soothing blue shield of protection to grasp at his darker spirit. He relished the moments when he could be set free and to remind everyone of just how powerful he could be. He enjoyed seeing the look of terror and fear on their faces whenever he made his presence known. It was a heady, intoxicating rush that he was sure no one could ever understand – let alone the vessel that held his soul. Indeed it was a grave pity that the boy would never have any real recollection of becoming a full demon, for he was more than willing to teach young Yuuri a lesson or two.

However, if he were to truly blame anyone, he would have to put it all on The Original King. The blond goody two-shoes had been the cause of all of this but then again, it hadn’t helped that he had found himself having feelings for the royal at the worst time possible. How ironic. He having to keep his emotions in check while the king – ever gregarious and charismatic – wooing the thousands of suitors that came from all over the country and even beyond. He had watched from the shadows with a heavy heart, knowing that his tortured dreams of claiming the King for himself would never come to pass.

The years had gone by and their souls lost in seemingly different realms. He had been sent into the depths of hell and returned to view the world through the eyes of this boy. But his resentment had stemmed from the fact that he would never be able to reach his full potential now. He was cursed to only appear when summoned in times of great danger and to him…that was never going to be enough.

And then he appeared – Wolfram von Bielefeld – a damn splitting image of the one he had once longed for.

His first instinct had been to fall to his knees to pay homage to his King, but no, the painful reminder that he was no longer a factor in this world was a tremendous blow to his pride. And so he remained in the shadows – very much like in the past – watching Yuuri continue to ignore the young soldier that was so willing to give up everything for him.

It really was frustrating to watch.

It was history repeating itself all over again but this time the situations were reversed. Yuuri was the one now sought after but yet he couldn’t see.

Open up your eyes to the beauty that stands before you, Yuuri. See the way he looks at you – longingly, needy…hoping you’d finally acknowledge him as something more than just an obstacle.

But no matter how hard he tried to reach the stubborn King’s ears, Yuuri seemed adamant on keeping his demonic soul as far away as possible.

For almost three years he had watched and kept his silence – only manifesting when needed and no more. For three years, he had watched the young soldier become a man worthy of being claimed and he was going to wait no longer. The die was cast and it was time to upturn a few loose stones. For you see, Julia’s soothing spirit was no longer as bright as it should be. As the years had gone by, so had Yuuri grown in strength at least emotionally. No longer did he have to rely on Weller’s advice like a helpless child. The ways of the Mazoku had finally been drilled into Yuuri’s mind and at ripe age of eighteen, the young Maou was finally becoming what he was truly destined to be. All he had to do was wait…wait for that vulnerable moment when Yuuri’s emotions were on a tether and then…he would take control.

However, the moment came rather quickly and in the most unexpected of ways. It had been a rather trying month for the young Maou, having to travel between countries to settle an uprising amongst its people. It was bad enough that he had to deal with tense negotiations, bitter arguments and the arduous journeys themselves and the tell-tale signs of strain on his features were more than enough to let everyone know that the King needed a break. Wolfram had been sent to the further regions to settle some last minute deals with its leaders and so Yuuri was left to his own devices for the night.

He crawled into bed with a smile of gratitude on his features and closed his eyes, more than willing to let go of everything he had experienced today. His young spirit was weary…exhausted, weakened. And as he sank into an abyss of darkness, the dormant demonic spirit within him saw the chance it needed and slowly awakened.

He waited with abated breath, wondering if this was just a figment of his imagination. He waited for the inner struggle, the battle for Yuuri’s spirit to overtake and deny him the right to exist. But to his immense surprise, none was forthcoming. Yuuri had fallen into deep sleep and this was finally his chance to live all over again! He sat up slowly, slightly trembling hands running through his long thick locks. He blinked and really tried to convince himself that he was the one sitting on this bed and not Yuuri Shibuya. But as he stared at his hands, he could feel a small smile of victory on his lips.

He had finally done it! He was finally alive again and this time, he was going to enjoy every moment of his freedom. A wicked smirk came to his handsome features as he rose to his feet.

It was finally time to stake his claim over the blond one.

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Wolfram was tired and rightfully so. After two days traveling on sea and then another day on horseback, the towering walls of his brother’s castle was a welcome sight. Of course there was the added pleasure of knowing he would get to see Yuuri again after being apart for almost a month, but he knew he would have to curb his enthusiasm as well, for his expressions of joy might not be as well received.

“Welcome back, my Lord,” Gunter greeted with a warm smile as he stepped out of the building and towards the young prince. “Congratulations on a successful negotiation.”

Wolfram had to smile at that. It had been rather difficult but he was pleased that Yuuri had entrusted such a responsibility on him. He began to walk into the castle, knowing exactly where he was going to and who he wanted to see.

“I trust Yuuri has returned?” he asked in a voice that betrayed none of the nervousness and excitement he felt.

“Well…he…eh…” Gunter seemed to debate with the right answer to give to the blond soldier. After all, he couldn’t say that Yuuri wasn’t back since both entities did exist in one body. “He…he’s back, my Lord,” he finally managed to say. “He’s with Gwendal in his office…”

But Wolfram wasn’t listening and as he pushed open the doors to the den, the words he had so carefully planned to say died ineffectively as he stared at the two men…no, at the dark-haired man seated behind the large desk.

Yuu…Yuuri?

He blinked. No, it couldn’t be the Yuuri he knew. It had only been a month since he had left for Shimaron. Yuuri couldn’t have changed this much since then. But he would have been a fool not to see the noticeable difference in facial features, expression and indeed body language. He felt something heavy fall into the pit of his stomach and assumed that his heart must have been the one to take that route. His mouth became dry and he swallowed tightly, desperately seeking moisture into it again.

Dark, amused depths met the wide and slightly bemused green ones for a heart stopping moment and to his embarrassment, Wolfram could feel his cheeks flame with color as he took a tentative step backwards. The Maou rose to his feet, allowing his full lips to break into a smile as he walked around his desk towards his immobile partner.

“Welcome back, Wolfram,” he began. He stopped inches away from the blushing blond, his smile widening. “I’m glad to see that everything’s working well in…”

“What…what are you doing here?” came the soft croak of a question as Wolfram tried to make sense of the gamut of emotions that raced through him. Awe, slight fear and yes, desire sent him shivering with awareness. Standing this close to the other boy was too much for him to take. The scent – a deep, rich and unique scent – that reeled off the Maou was making him feel slightly dizzy. He and Yuuri had been the same height but the Maou was a good inch or two taller making Wolfram feel completely vulnerable. He licked his lips slowly and blushed even harder as he noticed the dark eyes following the movement with unmasked hunger.

“Perhaps you should get some rest,” the Maou observed with a small smile. “I’ll tell them to put dinner on hold since look quite exhausted…” His eyes roamed over Wolfram’s body rather shamelessly and even Gunter and Gwendal, who had been observing the events with faint amusement and curiosity, couldn’t help blushing at the Maou’s blatant advances.

“I can take care of myself thank you,” Wolfram managed to retort coldly as he spun on his heels to walk away. “I will give you my report in the morning.”

The door slammed shut behind him with more force than necessary causing the Maou to blink in surprise. He turned to face his counsel with a bemused look in his handsome countenance.

“Was it something I said?”

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“Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!”

He rubbed his hair with the towel as hard as he could; his skin now flushed pink with the rather excessive scrubbing he had given himself in the baths. How had this happened? Why had Yuuri allowed that lewd bastard to manifest himself again? How long was this going to last? And most importantly, how was he, Wolfram, going to live through the coming days knowing that the Maou was obviously attracted to him in ways that Yuuri had never shown.

He groaned and fell to his bed in a sprawl. He didn’t know what to think at this point. Was he happy that his feelings were finally being reciprocated albeit a bit too much? Or did he wish that Yuuri, himself, was the one showing him this much…affection? He whimpered and turned on his side, staring out of the window and into the cloudless sky. He clamped his legs together, trying to will away the growing ache in his groin. It wasn’t a surprise that it hadn’t stopped since he had seen the other man earlier and it had taken all of his self-control not to masturbate to his satisfaction while taking a shower.

Luckily, he was in his own bedroom now, not trusting himself to walk into Yuuri’s like he usually did. At least in here he was safe from the Maou and could think through his strategies for living with the unrepentant demon. He could feel his lashes grow heavier, knowing that it would be powerless to stop sleep from coming. He had had a long trip after all and getting a little rest was just what his aching body needed. Strategies would have to wait for another day…

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He hardly paid attention to all the conversation that swirled around him. He toyed with the food on his plate, eyeing the empty seat across him with a light scowl. He had given specific instructions for Wolfram to get his rest and none was to disturb the soldier, but now…the Maou was restless and hungry for something else. From the moment, Wolfram had walked into the room; he had wanted the blond with a fierce passion that had lain dormant for all these years. He wasn’t sure of when Yuuri would decide to wake up from his slumber, but he wasn’t going to wait around to find out.

He rose to his feet suddenly, causing his guests to eye him with concern.

“Please, do not stop on my account,” he said with a charming smile. “Continue to enjoy your feast. I, on the other hand, would like to call it a night. It has indeed been a long day for your King.”

He received polite applause and cheers for hosting such a wonderful dinner, but his feet were already leading him out of the dining room and towards his bedroom. He licked his lips and wondered how he was going to approach the blond with his demands…no, his needs. It was clear that Wolfram wasn’t entirely too comfortable being around him, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily either. He would have to take it slow…at least convince Wolfram that this was something that they both needed.

He stood before the door and took a deep breath before throwing it open to blink at…

Huh??

…nothing. He walked further into the room, dark eyes narrowed with growing impatience as he searched desperately for his blond fiancé.

Typical, he thought with a rueful smile. He’s probably holed up in his bedroom.

With a determined look on his features, the Maou stalked towards Wolfram’s room, a slow smirk of pleasure at the ‘hunt’ forming on his lips. He pushed open the door slowly and stepped into the large room quickly, making sure the door was closed and then locked behind him just as quietly. He didn’t need to search for long, for lying on the bed as naked as the day he was born was the very man he had been searching for.

For a moment, the Maou felt his heart skip a beat at the breathtaking sight. Yes, he had seen Wolfram naked several times, through the eyes of Yuuri, but never like this. The years had definitely been kind to the prince for his body was simply a marvel to behold. Strong, long legs were spread apart deliberately showcasing the small tufts of blond hair that surrounded Wolfram’s erection. The Maou licked his lips at the sight, feeling the growing tightness in his own pants. He began to peel out of his clothes slowly, his gaze still drifting over the toned torso, watching the steady rise and fall of that stomach as Wolfram breathed in and out. He tossed his shirt to the floor and almost fumbled with the zipper of his pants as his own breathing quickened with excitement.

Now, completely naked, he moved closer to the bed, only to freeze in mid-stride as Wolfram mumbled something in his sleep. The Maou’s brow furrowed in thought. If he decided to ‘play’ with Wolfram now, the chances of the blond waking up and screaming for help or fighting with him was inevitable. He knew he would have to do something rather drastic to prevent the blond from stopping him. Ever resourceful, he was able to find several strips of silk linen that he was sure the maids used for décor, and making sure they were strong enough, he began to put them to use. He could only hope that he made it in time before the other one awakened.

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He moaned softly in pleasure, arching into the delicious feel of Yuuri’s lips upon his skin. This was the most realistic dream yet and Wolfram had no intentions of waking up to break the illusion. Of course, in real life such a thing would not happen but in his dreams…anything and everything was possible.

“Aaah….” It was a breathless gasp of delight as he felt the warm tongue upon his neck, licking, sucking…was that a graze of his teeth? Oh dear gods! And his hands…oh where…could those talented hands be creeping down to - fingertips dancing across the clenched muscles of his stomach, and finally cupping the hard evidence of his arousal. Wolfram gave a choked cry and arched helplessly into the touch. His toes curled into the sheets, his hands clenched into tight fists as the dual sensations of being stroked and licked almost drove him to the brink of madness.

He tried to move his hands, needing to touch Yuuri in return, but as he shifted his arms, they remained stuck in their position. A frown of consternation broke out on his brow, almost lost as Yuuri’s fingertips caressed his cum-slicked tip over and over again.

Move, he urged desperately. Why won’t you….move?!

But again, all thoughts of getting himself free from whatever restraints he had, flew out the window as Yuuri’s wet tongue met his sensitive nipples. He cried out sharply, his entire being trembling with imminent release as Yuuri’s torturous hand continued to stroke his erection to completion. He thrashed his head from side to side, muscles tightening into relief as he strained against his bonds unknowingly. Sweat broke out in tiny beads upon his brow and Wolfram knew without a doubt that he was going to come in a matter of seconds.

“Yuuri…Yuuri…oh god…Yuuri…aaah? Oh no…don’t…”

The Maou’s hand had stopped its movements as a pang of jealousy shot down his spine. He should have expected this of course. How else was Wolfram to know that it was he and not his Yuuri in the room with him. He watched through darkened eyes at the writhing and whimpering blond below him, licking dry lips at just how wanton the proud soldier looked.

At my complete mercy, he thought with a smirk. But it’s time to know who’s making you feel this way, my dear.

He leaned close to Wolfram’s ear, tongue reaching out to tease the earlobe gently. He smiled at the soft gasp it elicited, before whispering into it. “Wake up, Wolfram. This is not a dream…”

The blond’s lashes flew open at the unmistakable baritone. His immediate reaction was to move away, but he found to his chagrin and dismay that he was trapped beneath the body of the Maou and that two…

He tried to move his arms and feet again.

…that he had been tied to the four posts of his bed! Ignoring how heated his cheeks and entire body felt, the blond trained angry eyes on his tormentor.

“Let me go! Untie me this instant…aaaaahh!” He arched into the older man again as his cock was squeezed gently. His breathing grew ragged and harsh, his once angry depths trying desperately to maintain that emotion. But with each fevered stroke and now, the Maou’s tongue teasing the flesh of his neck again, Wolfram knew he was fighting yet another losing battle here.

The Maou watched with pleasure as his lips trailed down to capture Wolfram’s nipples again. He sucked hard on them, relishing in the way the blond captured his lower lip between his teeth to stop himself from crying out. Knowing that Wolfram had plans to play it tough and to deny his enjoyment at what was happening, the Maou knew he’d have to work a bit harder at sending his companion to his peak.

He closed his eyes and continued his teasing kisses, releasing the engorged cock to trail his fingers down to the tiny opening of the blond’s rectum. With a light smirk, his lips pursed to blow cool air upon the throbbing cock before opening his mouth to swallow the entire length as deep as he could take it. His fingers traced the outline of his lover’s hole, before thrusting two fingers in slowly to stretch the tight ring of muscle.

Wolfram, who had thought he was doing a fine job of keeping his emotions in check, was unable to do so any longer at what was taking place. If he screamed, he was sure that the guards or worse, Gwendal or Gunter would come running in to see what was wrong. But he couldn’t hold back either and was frustrated to find tears escaping his tightly shut eyes to trail down his cheeks. He bucked helplessly into the mouth that seemed determined to suck him dry, while clenching his inner muscles against the invasion of the Maou’s fingers.

He had never in his wildest dreams thought that such a thing would happen to him. Dreams of intimacy with Yuuri had never involved being tied up like this – okay, so there had been this one time he had imagined having such a thing done to him – but to actually experience it?

It was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Knowing he was at the brink of his orgasm, having been denied once already, Wolfram found himself doing something he never thought he would. Begging -soft whimpering pleas for the Maou to complete this mindless torture that was being inflicted on him. His entire body was literally trembling in need, his vision becoming blurred as he struggled not to pass out too quickly. He could feel his cock swell within his lover’s mouth and with a strangled cry of dismay, he suffered the way it was quickly released and the withdrawal of the fingers from his anus.

The Maou was tempted – oh so tempted to take Wolfram in this state, but he didn’t want to hurt the blond and he knew he would have to at least lubricate himself to make the entrance a bit more tolerable. Leaning up again, he whispered thickly against the blond’s lips ‘Wait…’ before seizing it in a kiss that was nothing short of demanding and thorough. He released the flushed blond with a deliberate smack of their lips and a thin trail of saliva between them. Groaning at the sight of his beautiful partner, the Maou all but stumbled out of the bed and towards Wolfram’s dresser to find anything at all he could use.

Finally understanding why the other man had to leave, Wolfram licked his swollen lips gently and whispered. “There’s…there’s a bottle of oil in the lower drawer. It should help…”

He blushed furiously at the look he received from the Maou and turned his face away. There was no way he was going to tell the King that he had been saving that up for a ‘rainy’ day – although he had begun to doubt that the rainy day would ever come. He tried to flex his arms and legs, growing slightly impatient as he listened to the Maou prepare himself. He didn’t want to look but his curiosity was growing with each passing second and finally taking a deep breath, he stole a quick glance only to gasp at how truly impressive the Maou was. His toes curled again in anticipation and he wondered if he would be able to take something that size within him as he turned his face away.

“Ready?” came the husky whisper against his ear and the subsequent sensation of the Maou’s warm tongue on his earlobe. Wolfram could only nod slowly, deciding that speaking now wouldn’t help matters. He allowed his legs to be spread apart even wider, dark green eyes now staring into the endless pools of black above him. His hands were clenched into fists now, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he felt the thick organ press gently against his prepared opened.

“I promise not to hurt you,” the Maou said softly, as he rested his forehead against Wolfram’s. They both tried to even their harsh breathing, knowing that this was finally the point of no return. Wolfram could feel his heart pounding so fast, he was sure it would burst right through his chest and as he felt the Maou’s cock push through, his wince of pain was promptly swallowed within another searing kiss.

Tongues clashed and tasted each other hungrily, as their rhythm – slow and tentative at first – began to gather momentum with each thrust. Wolfram dug his feet into the sheets and arched his body to meet the demanding needs of his lover. His entire being, his very mind was a sea of endless pleasure, as waves and waves of indescribable sensations sent him reeling. How he wished he could wrap his arms around the Maou’s neck or at least touch him in some way, but he knew he would not be allowed to do such a thing and settled for being taken in this way.

Their sweat sleek bodies moved in unison under the pale light from the moon. The wet sounds of their coupling, mingled with their whispered words of passion were their only companions in their act. Wolfram was the first to feel the slow rush of heat within the pit of his stomach. He had been denied his orgasm twice tonight and this time…there was going to be nothing to stop him from finally giving in. He tore his lips away the Maou’s to give a soundless O of release as he felt the thick organ stroke that very sensitive spot within him. There was a ripping sound from one of the cloth that held him to the bed, followed by another one as Wolfram exploded between their stomachs so hard, he felt the world spin out of control and his vision completely taken away.

After what seemed to be an eternity, he fell back to the bed in a boneless heap, moaning thickly as he felt the Maou’s teeth sink into his neck. The strong arms around his waist tightened, as every muscle in the dark-haired man’s body seemed to tense with his orgasm. Wolfram gasped in happy satiation as he felt the thick spurts of his lover’s seed deep within him. Some escaped to trickle down his thigh as he allowed the Maou to slump upon him in exhaustion.

They lay in that position for a long time, neither having the strength to move or withdraw from the other. Wolfram could still feel the Maou still stirring within his stretched anus and he was unable to stop the furious blush that filled his cheeks again. He stared at the dark hair below him, and with a soft grunt, released his hands from their bondage – they had been the ones to rip earlier. He flexed his aching wrists for a moment, surprised that the Maou hadn’t lifted his head yet to find out what was wrong.

But Wolfram already knew, which was why he found himself sinking his fingers into the soft tresses to thread through them gently. The Maou’s heavy breathing was a sign that he had fallen asleep but for Wolfram it was going to be a long time coming. He was embarrassed at what had transpired – unable to believe he had been so quick to let the other man have his way. However, this had been a long time coming and he was glad he had finally relieved his frustrations in such a way…although it was with the ‘wrong’ person. He caressed the Maou’s full lips gently, a look of gratitude and wistfulness on his features. He knew that neither the Maou or Yuuri would ever truly understand what he felt but he knew there was no harm in voicing it out again…at least to convince himself of his feelings.

And as Wolfram whispered the three heartfelt words into the Maou’s ears, the demon’s spirit soared in righteous victory.

He had finally conquered the prince’s heart, but he still knew that deep down inside, it would now be up to Yuuri to finish up what he had already started.

-The End-